tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40745434252009371232024-03-05T20:54:10.739-08:00Misadventures Of An Army Momma With Three Under 3Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-39087105460234639972016-02-02T02:22:00.000-08:002016-02-02T02:22:00.880-08:00Rolling With the PunchesAnd rolling with the punches is exactly what I've had to do. As you all know I signed up as a Beachbody Coach and started working on getting into shape by starting with their 21 Day Fix program. I started out on fire and I was kicking butts & taking names. I was excited and each day I found myself feeling invigorated. I'm even taking a Zumba class twice a week and a Yoga class once a week at school. Aren't I a brave one? LOL. And the best part, my Fibromyalgia seemed to be taking a backseat. I was on top of the world.<div>
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Or at least I thought I was until my first weekend began with the first real migraine I'd had in weeks, perhaps even a month. I felt weak, exhausted, raging nausea, vertigo, really the works. I was downright miserable. Much to my disappointment, I found that I didn't feel up to working out nor did I feel that it was in the best interest of my poor body to try. One day wasn't a big deal, I would just pick up from where I left off the day before and keep busting my booty to lose weight.</div>
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I was honestly feeling discouraged. I couldn't figure out what it was that was causing this sudden increase in my migraines. I even quick drinking my Shakeology shakes for about 4 days to make sure it wasn't anything in that (it is all natural and healthy superfoods), but I found no real change and so I resumed drinking a shake a day. I thought it could have been all the working out, but I'd seriously reduced the amount with not doing the workouts setup in program. I was at a loss and frustrated.</div>
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All of this began to make me question my ability to be an effective coach. I mean how could I advise and coach others about proper eating and working out, if I couldn't even complete the program myself. I was sick, stressed and very disappointed in this almost cruel twist in my plans. I had finally grown tired of being unable to lose the weight on my own, but I hadn't wanted to resort to taking medications to lose the weight. So, when I'd made my decision to take the plunge, I'd be excited, full of hope and not a small bit scared. It seemed that this whole thing was a major blow to all of that.</div>
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I honestly felt ready to throw in the towel. I wasn't cut out for this and I was just going to stay fat forever. (OK, I admit to being a bit melodramatic, but I felt frustrated and super disappointed) Then I got talking to this amazing and wonderful friend, who I'm glad to call family. She too suffers from Fibromyalgia and she pointed out that I shouldn't be too hard on myself. She pointed out that I'd made a huge step just by wanting to be more active and to lose weight, and by making the steps to do so. She got me to thinking and I realized I needed to reevaluate how I was looking at things.</div>
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Dealing with chronic pain on a daily basis, it's a huge step to take and I still need to listen to MY body. I need to take things at my pace and not be discouraged if I can't keep up with everything, its enough that I'm trying and not giving up. I may not have been completely successful in the workout portion, but I have changed how my husband and I both eat. I don't think I've eaten so healthy ever! As far as the workouts go, I need to push myself and try to workout even when I feel worn out or in pain, but that I need to listen to my body. (A measure of pain isn't necessarily a bad thing) I just need to make sure to listen and if I do that I can give myself the right amount of pushing without hurting myself.</div>
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That's when something clicked. I couldn't give up as a coach, not when I have a unique perspective to offer. I can help those who find themselves needing to roll with the punches, those who feel discouraged when they face a setback, because I've been there. I have had to make adjustments and find what works for me. I can help them find what works for them and help them become healthier & reach their goals. Not only can I help, but I truly want to help. I want others to know that they are NOT alone and that they are NOT failures.</div>
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If you are ready to make a change, feel free to contact me. I really am excited to help you make the changes you need and live a healthier life.</div>
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I did my weigh in and measurements on Friday, and I was delighted with my results. Here are my beginning measurements and the measurements on Friday.</div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Starting <a class="_58cn" dir="ltr" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/s?hc_location=ufi" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl" style="color: #9197a3;">#</span><span class="_58cm">s</span></a>:<br />1/18/16<br />Left Thigh: 22.5</span><span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />Right Thigh: 23.2<br />Left Calf: 14.2<br />Right Calf: 14.3<br />Hips: 46.3<br />Waist: 43.4<br />Chest: 43.8<br />Left Bicep: 12.5<br />Right Bicep: 12.1<br />Weight: 206<br /><br />1/30/16<br />Left Thigh: 18.9<br />Right Thigh: 19.1<br />Left Calf: 14.3<br />Right Calf: 14.9<br />Hips: 44.3<br />Waist: 41.7<br />Chest: 41.0<br />Left Bicep: 12.5<br />Right Bicep: 12.1<br />Weight: 200.8</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Even with the setback on my workouts, I still managed to drop some weight and see changes in most of my measurements. That excites me, that tells me that I can still do this even if I need to make adjustments on my bad days. I'm still making progress, while it might not be as quickly as those who can complete the program as its setup, but I can still achieve my goals. So can you!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As a side not, I still haven't been able to find a reprieve from my migraines, but I do have an appointment with my Dr later today and hopefully we'll be able to get a handle on this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">*Drink a minimum of 80 oz to start, but I want to work up to a minimum of 100 oz each day.</span></div>
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Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-70289962348005276752016-01-19T16:41:00.002-08:002016-01-19T16:47:47.634-08:00Ache of Day OneOww. That is literally how I feel after Day One of my 21 Day Fix. Now I know I'm not in super great shape and I've done some working out here & there. My body has something else to tell me and which is, "I hate you!" Harsh, I know but its the truth. I put it through the wringer but I'm proud of myself and all that I accomplished in Day One.<br />
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Weigh In: 203.8 lbs</div>
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Workout: Total Body Cardio Fix 30 mins</div>
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*Brown Rice</div>
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My day did not go as planned, not at all. As one of the many symptoms of Fibromyalgia, I can suffer both insomnia and utter exhaustion all in a 24 hour time frame. I was super nervous about starting this program and couldn't sleep. So what did I do instead? I was blogging at 4 in the morning. So when I finally laid down I slept like the dead and I slept right through about 8 alarms. Yes, I did just really and seriously say 8 alarms. I know I have a tendency of oversleeping and of being unable to wake myself up, so multiple alarms is a must for me. Some days it really does me no good to set the alarms, because I just sleep right through every single one. Day one for me started at 11 am and I was uber frustrated with myself. I felt like it had totally thrown a wrench into my plans and honestly, it very nearly ruined the day for me.</div>
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And every ounce of pain is exactly what I endured. I definitely worked my right side harder than my left, but I walked away or should I say limped away with some very sore leg muscles. Then the Fibro kicked in and I was in agony, but I had stuck out my first 30 minute workout. I was in agony, but I was totally stoked about it. It means I worked my body hard and that I was a day closer to the results I'm working towards.</div>
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It may have been frustrating not doing as well as I'd imagined I would, but I still completed the workout. Then I went through my day eating my very precise and planned meals. Which changed as I realized that I was missing things and I couldn't go to the store right away. I'm going to be honest, I was hungry a lot yesterday, but today I was full after everyone of my mini meals. I was super excited! Its been interesting having to be so precise with my measurements as well as with everything that goes into my body. Plus, 84.5 oz of water is a huge and I do mean huge undertaking for me. I easily get dehydrated and not drinking enough water is definitely a huge factor in that. So it was a score for me to drink so much and boy, I haven't had to pee this much since I was pregnant. LOL.</div>
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Its not been easy, but I feel like I'm already starting to get into the swing of things. Its a process and requires extra work and thought, but its already proving to be worth it. Today I didn't crave sweet sugary things nearly as much as I did yesterday, but I think that's something that will diminish with time and I'm not going to give up my sweets forever. I know that the next three weeks will help me be able to control the amount of sweets that I eat later, because I'll have developed some serious self control.</div>
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Know that when you are ready to take the plunge and begin making healthy changes in your life, be it working out, eating healthier, less TV or whatever it is, it might not be easy, but it will be so worth it when you have gained control over your life. I'm looking forward to the changes I make and working towards a healthier me!</div>
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Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-72161524996197253702016-01-18T02:15:00.000-08:002016-01-18T02:15:27.634-08:00The Heart of ChangeWhen I stepped on the scale at my Dr's office on January 4th, I could hardly believe what was so blatantly staring me in the face. My weight had gone up and gone up nearly 16 lbs since I'd been in the month before. I was shocked to say the least. If I'd been alone I would have cried, instead I sucked it up and continued on with the rest of my appointment. But it was a turning point for me. I didn't know if my weight was causing more problems with my Fibromyalgia, but I knew that whether it was or not, I needed to make a change because being overweight wasn't doing me any good. Now all I needed was a starting point.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The problem was I had no idea where to start. I mean its all good to start a 'new' diet, a 'new' workout but you have to be persistent. Really the first thing you need to do is pick a program and there are so many out there these days that one gets overwhelmed by the choices. How was I to know what would really work for me? The plans, ideas, workouts were enough to make me dizzy. Oh did I mention money? It seems that all of these programs cost a pretty penny.</div>
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Yes, I had a lot of decisions, but I did make one, eventually. I had been in contact with a super amazing woman, Melissa, who happened to be a coach for Beachbody. I had talked with her on and off for the past year. I loved seeing how enthusiastic she was/is about what she does. She was super awesome about answer my millions of questions and was uber patient with me. I had talked to her about joining back in August, but I had found other things to spend my school money on. Not to mention I hadn't really resolved to lose any weight, not really.</div>
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Seeing the scale jump so drastically, I knew that that it was time. I needed to do more than just 'play' at losing the weight, I needed to do it now. I'd made the decision and yet, I was scared. I talked it over with my Hubby and deliberated about it. It was still on the expensive side, but I had the money and Melissa even had a way for me to save $20. So I took the plunge and sent her the message that I was ready.</div>
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And ready I am. I'm scared but I'm ready. So today I start my weightless journey and I'm starting the 21 Day Fix. For the next 21 days I'm going to post about my successes and my failures. I want to share my journey because perhaps it will inspire you to take the plunge for whatever change needs to be made in your life, (be it weight loss, going back to school, whatever it is). I promise I'll take time to write about my family and our adventures, but I need to include this, because this is apart of my adventures just the same as the rest.</div>
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**If you are looking for that extra push, for that guide to making your weight loss journey, I am now a Beachbody coach and I'm happy to make that journey with you!**</div>
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Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-20900116508039793732014-05-08T23:21:00.001-07:002014-05-08T23:21:10.508-07:00The One With the 8th Anniversary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8az20a_GKUEHN6QW33vmyHSqWIE7FMpEs6-OVP5vhEDU2PNXHFWMoXKeUldgkrxeTo8uG0yabsRaPU3DQ067tVtQS3SqzkoTaBqLvoGLMhRCVhLTgVQcE9GyXiht601Mrg7VDIaOIak/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8az20a_GKUEHN6QW33vmyHSqWIE7FMpEs6-OVP5vhEDU2PNXHFWMoXKeUldgkrxeTo8uG0yabsRaPU3DQ067tVtQS3SqzkoTaBqLvoGLMhRCVhLTgVQcE9GyXiht601Mrg7VDIaOIak/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>I know it has been a long time since I last posted, but life continues to be one adventure after another and not necessarily all good ones. My kids grow bigger everyday and I try to enjoy each milestone & change with them. My health has continued to be an ongoing battle and I struggle to do the simplest & most basic things. Its hard to tell anyone about what I'm going through since most just don't understand. I feel guilty that my health impedes the care of my home and most especially my kids. I mentally beat myself up over it and I think about all the things I can't do. I was given a special Priesthood blessing back in February (its a special blessing or prayer given by worthy men who hold the Priesthood keys in my Church) that told me 'Don't worry about you can't do, but be grateful for what you can.' As I had not mentioned my worries to anyone but my Husband, it hit me hard knowing that God knew what was troubling my heart most and gave me the simplest, yet sweetest advice to bring me comfort. I try to remind myself of those words every day or every time I start to stress about all that I lack the ability to do. I know that life may not always be this hard, but it could be. My conditions are not ones that are likely to go away, but I hope to find things to lessen the symptoms, so I can lead a more normal life!<br />
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I know there is so much more to catch you all up on, but I must get some sleep so I can make it to my MRI appt in the morning. Good night all!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-79918183044103788312013-09-27T23:41:00.001-07:002013-09-27T23:41:21.231-07:00YearningI haven't done very well with blogging this year. It makes me sad, since I had big plans to write and share, but then life actually happened. My fingers have ached to write, but I've attempted a few times to do so and find myself hitting a wall. I try and try, then panic sets in and I'm done for the day. I love to write and I always have, but I've found that while it would seem I have so much to write about and comment on, I look at the screen and my mind goes blank. Maybe its the fear of someone not liking what I have to say.<br />
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Maybe I'm not so funny, at least not compared to the blogs that seem to have large quantities of followers. (I know I just compared my blog with others, a big 'No No!') Its hard these days to find a niche to fit in, since everybody <strike>(and I do mean everybody)</strike> thinks they can write. All the blogs I follow are amazing, I want to know more and often feel like I know them. I have run across a few that heaven help them and we'll leave it at that. I am not that great of a writer, but like all writers I want to be heard. I have dreamed of writing a bestselling Novel, but I'm 28 and I'm not seeing much of that in my future.<br />
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My Hubby and I often talk about when he becomes a Bestselling author or when I become one, about all the things we'd like to do and be able to afford to have. My Hubby is a good writer and I'm not just saying that. He always is able to write these amazing plot outlines and they are so well planned & figured out. Sit me down and nothing. Although I think my writing style is what they call a 'Grower.' Kind of sounds dirty now that I look at it. Its not however! It means my stories develop as I write, they grow like a plant would. I don't do much thinking ahead, it just happens. My blog posts kind of do the same. I wonder if it makes a story or post more exciting to have it planned or for it to just happen. Who knows?<br />
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Alright, its late and we're actually going to go to the Children's Museum tomorrow. So, I kind of need some kind of rest. You know imagine that! I'll try to get a blog post up about our Vacays this summer, because we sure had a busy summer. For those who still follow me, bear with me as I try to figure out how to balance kindergarten, a home business and life with four kids under 5. I'm going to find a way to squish writing in and maybe I'll find my way around my Writer's Block Wall. Check out my new blog, <a href="http://craftypixiestedding.blogspot.com/">Crafty With Pixie Stedding</a>, for my business, where I will be showcasing super cute papercraft projects and hopefully will inspire others to want to be crafty too! Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-56511617047956178562013-09-23T22:32:00.003-07:002013-09-23T22:32:46.428-07:00New JourneysKindergarten. Army. House Cleaning. Kids. This Fall has already started full and not just a little bit chaotic! As a family we are making new journeys and learning together how to move forward. Aidan started Kindergarten and boy has that thrown us all for a loop. I'm happy he's learning, <strike>if not perhaps all that comes with public school</strike>, and I'm super happy that he's learning new things, making new friends, etc. The schedule for the school is less then ideal, Noon to 2:50 Mon, Tues, Thurs, and Fri. Wed is early out day and so he has to be at school by 10 and is there til 11:50. It makes planning trips into town tricky. Point of Fact: last week we had to leave Aidan & Aislynn all day with an amazing friend so I could go to the Dr's and get groceries. (Of course every thing that could go wrong that day, did!) We're adjusting. I'm sure it takes more then a few weeks or even a month to do so, but boy, I'm ready to have life settle down.<br />
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Another new Journey began last month. I started a home business. I am now an Independent Consultant for Close To My Heart and super excited to see my business take off. I've finally purchased enough supplies to really get a chance to play with our products and of course have an excuse to be crafty! What woman needs much of an excuse for that? LOL! I'm also super nervous about this because a lot of what is needed to succeed is way, way out of my comfort zone. So, I'm trying to take big steps to overcome and do well.<br />
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I have my first Workshop/Scrapbook event this weekend and I am nervous, but excited because this can open so many doors for my business. We are making a super cute 2-page layout for Halloween and eating yummy pizza! I hope that I get a good turn out, so keep me in your prayers that I do. You want to check out my new Blog, head <a href="http://www.craftypixiestedding.blogspot.com/">Here</a> or want to check out Close To My Heart products head <a href="http://craftywithpixiestedding.ctmh.com/">Here</a>.Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-24001669691492830082013-09-02T17:59:00.001-07:002013-09-02T17:59:16.325-07:00ChangesI can hardly believe how long its been so I blogged! My life seemed to take all kinds of crazy turns this year and now things are beginning to settle down once again. So maybe I will finally be able to blog more often. I do miss it. Although I think the break was just what I needed, I was getting a chance to enjoy my family.<br />
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Aidan started Kindergarten a week ago and seems to be really enjoying himself. Although, he still continues to hide behind myself or my Hubby every time we take him and anyone talks to him. But once he gets to class he seems to do fine and hasn't had any issues according to his teacher. I still can hardly believe my baby is in school already. I'm glad he likes it, that he's learning and that he's making friends. <br />
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Aislynn is jealous! She wants so badly to be in school with Aidan, but we keep telling her that she'll get to go next year. We've been trying to make sure that she gets some special time with each of us. My hubby took her to the library last week and picked out books & movies to share. I'm not sure what she & will do this week, but we'll come up with something.<br />
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Pixie and Fallon are growing like crazy. Fallon gives kisses and toddles around like crazy. He is so smart! Pixie causes all kinds of mischief and loves to brush everyone's hair (or Daddy's bald head)! She loves to sing her ABCs and does pretty well at it, too!<br />
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I started working from home last month. I am now an Independent Consultant for Close To My Heart! I'm super excited about being able to help contribute to our finances (in a good way) and be able to set my own schedule, as well as have a great excuse to be crafty! I'll be starting a blog soon just for my projects, I'll share it once its up and running!<br />
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My health has continued to improve, which has been a blessing. Although I still suffer from my migraines, but now we've reached the beginning of cooler weather they have decreased some and now that I know to avoid MSG & Sodium Nitrate. I'm excited to enjoy life as I continue to improve my health.<br />
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Well, I have got to run, I hear Fallon calling to me from his booster seat. He must be done with his dinner!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-72131694749356805582013-01-30T22:12:00.000-08:002013-01-30T22:28:46.937-08:00Writer's Workshop: The Random Things You Don't KnowI thoroughly enjoy participating in <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/blog/">Mama Kat's </a>weekly writer's workshops, there are always such intriguing things to write about and sometimes its just plain hard making a decision on what to write about. I often go back and use an idea later, so I get to use them all. If you ever find you're having writer's block or you just want to 'meet' new bloggers and share you're blog with others then head on over. Join in all the fun!<br />
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The Random Things You Don't Know About Me & My Family:<br />
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*I was told I'd never have kids, due to having stage 4 Endometriosis.<br />
*While pregnant with Aislynn, I joked that I was ready to be done and a week later I went into preterm labor.<br />
*Rhiannon is 23 months old and weighs 19lbs & Fallon is 10 months old and weighs 17lbs 15oz, Pixie fits her nickname perfectly!<br />
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*Joined the Army without my family's support, it wasn't until later that I got it.<br />
*My Hubby & I were engaged 4 times before we actually got married, an original wedding date was Aug 10th, 2004.<br />
*I lived in a real haunted house for 2 years and kind of liked it!<br />
*I hope to write a book some day.<br />
*Self taught quilter and when my Grandma passed away this last year, I inherited her very expensive, hardly been used Bernina sewing machine and serger.<br />
*During my senior year of high school, my school was the first in Utah to perform 'Les Miserables.' I was supposed to be in it but following surgery I was only able to help with tech.<br />
*I had major ankle surgery half way through my senior year and missed six weeks of school, and still graduated.<br />
*I have a thing for cemeteries, I loved to take photos of them and love to wander around in them. We have to stop at at least one or two every trip.<br />
*With the help of my Father-in-law I finally decided to incorporate my hobby of photography with my fascination of cemeteries and my love of history to study to be an archaeologist.<br />
*I was Sterling Scholar for English & Literature when I was in High School.<br />
*My Hubby works 60+ hours a week, so that I can stay home with our kids.<br />
*Aidan told me the other day that 'Jesus built our TV and our house.' Which totally cracks me up, but makes things hard to explain that He did indirectly.<br />
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I had fun with this one, I think I'll do one of these every week. If I can feel well enough to do it, that is! I hope you enjoyed learning random things about me & my family!<br />
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<br />Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-3452981859655859052013-01-25T12:30:00.000-08:002013-01-25T12:30:01.819-08:00The Trouble With Potty TrainingOkay, fellow Mommies I am at wits end with Miss Aislynn the last two weeks and I am in desperate need of advice. We potty trained her starting about 18 months and it took some work, but we got there about 6 months later. She's had her little accidents here and there since, usually following a weekend not at home, but nothing we haven't been able to handle. But since last weekend we've had multiple accidents every day. We've tried everything I can think of, we've punished her by grounding her, sending her to time out, cold showers (not too cold with the temps we've been having) and we've tried positive reinforcement. We've offered treats, stickers, calm talks and the latest being a Princess Party after a month of no accidents. We still have had no luck and my patience & sanity are wearing thin! Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas on what to do & what it might be causing it?Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-61912787768240254212013-01-23T23:00:00.000-08:002013-01-23T23:03:18.805-08:00Writer's Workshop: What Made Me LaughThere is always something going on at my house that either makes you laugh hysterically or scream....hysterically! I have four kids under 5, so things can be chaotic and crazy, but boy do we have some fun things to laugh at. So my funny story for the week actually happened on Tuesday night. I was watching an episode of Lost (yes, I'm way behind the times!) and reading blogs on my laptop, when suddenly there was this weird revving buzz sound. It wasn't super loud, so I assumed it was something on my computer, I'd just opened a couple new tabs on my Internet browser, so I muted my computer and the noise stopped. I figured I'd fixed the problem and went back to what I was doing, but then I heard it again and thought, 'Man, is that a background noise on Lost?' I tried pausing the episode and still I could hear it. Then it clicked, I'd set my Hubby's ring tone on my new phone as a revving motorcycle and that was the noise I was hearing. My phone was by my feet for some reason and he'd been trying to call me. When I answered, I was laughing so hard, because I felt so dumb that I had totally forgotten his ring tone. Hurray for stupid things to laugh at to make your day!<br />
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This is courtesy of <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/blog/">Mama Kat</a>'s Writer's Workshop! Love, love, love this and enjoy participating when I can! Drop by her blog and join in all the fun!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-55137265040694049442013-01-22T19:54:00.001-08:002013-01-22T19:54:26.822-08:00Where 2013 Takes MeI only had two goals for 2013 and really they encompass so much, that they could be headers for a multitude of mini goals. But for me its easier to just keep it at the two and see where they take me. Now mind you its two goals and not two New Year's resolutions, because I can never seem to keep New Year's resolutions, so I felt if I made them goals maybe I'd have better results. Lol!<br />
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The first goal was to get healthy. Like I said really broad, but the plan is to get my health back on track. A big part of that is no surgeries in 2013! I'm already almost a month into the year and no plans for any surgeries (there isn't much left for them to take out! *Knock on wood!*) I have plans to lose weight and get back into shape. I've gotten kind of flabby over the last five years, you know four kids & 7 abdominal surgeries is all!<br />
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But those all kind of feel like they're on the back burner at the moment. I think my priority is to figure out what's going on with my body. I started having days with some pretty bad body aches, aches that are everywhere, but have focal points in my lower back, my hips, my knees, my neck. So bad I can't sleep and I toss & turn, crying out. My poor hubby has to endure it on the nights he's actually home, poor guy. I'm so exhausted from poor sleep, but a general drained out feeling. So I had some x-rays done of my one knee and I'll be doing some blood work this week. My Dr is checking for any autoimmune diseases and osteoarthritis. And if nothing pops up there, then it may mean I have Fibromyalgia. Something my Dad was diagnosed with some time ago. So everybody keep me in your prayers!<br />
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My other goal is to be a better me! I know, I know. Another very broad goal, but its a valid one. I want to become a better mommy, wife, student, quilter, writer and just a better me! I want to feel more comfortable with who I am. All the time I've been sick and even now while I have more bad days then good, I have drawn into myself and become a recluse. I hate it! I used to have fun and want to be out doing fun things. I want to be the fun mom who takes my kids to do fun things. I want to be the wife who romances the socks off my hubby and doesn't have to be taken care of all the time. I just want to be a better me!<br />
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Anyway, those are my goals. We'll see where 2013 takes me!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-1356799820898743152013-01-02T23:04:00.001-08:002013-01-02T23:04:53.825-08:00I Still...Alive! If barely. On top of the wonderful Holiday season, I have been plagued by post-op pains, strep, a nasty cold and migraines! I'm ready to be done and start my New Year! So, I proof I'm alive and here's to posting Christmas photos in the next day or so. Love to you all!<br />
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<br />Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-80415772707880796392012-12-12T00:06:00.000-08:002012-12-12T00:06:13.841-08:00Dear SantaDear Santa,<br />
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I can think of thousands of things I want to see under my Christmas tree this year. OK, so maybe a few hundred rather then thousands, sounds so much greedier, right? There are the things I want. Then there are the things I need. Then there are the things my Hubby wants and the things he needs. Then you have the things we want as a family and the things we need. And then last but not least, what my kids want and what my kids need. That's potentially a huge list. So, where should I scrape it down to? What should be included our wants or our needs?<br />
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Santa, you know that they cut my Hubby's hours down at work. They went from the awesome (if hard on the family) 5 12-hour shifts to 4 12-hour shifts. That still got us enough overtime regularly to keep us living pretty good, but then they decided that they didn't want to have so much planned overtime and although it was going to really cost them more in hiring new guys & forced overtime, they went to four on three off, three on four off. Now, we're scrapping by, barely. My Hubby's my hero, because he signs up for as much overtime as he can, but takes his name out of the books when his poor weak wife cries about not seeing him enough or the kids not seeing him enough. (I do that more often then I should, but it gets lonely without him.)<br />
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As if cutting down his hours and the overtime wasn't enough, my health and the subsequent medical bills are wringing us dry, Santa. I suppose you know that too, though, you have this uncanny way of knowing those kind of things. Just as soon as I think I'm on the road to recovery, I get slammed by something else. Just over a week ago I had my fourth surgery for the year, yes you read right my fourth. Just days before my surgery, I got a call from the hospital saying either you pay us what you owe from prior services rendered or you pay for your responsibility for this procedure or you'll have to reschedule. After crying my eyes out, I broke down and asked my Mom if I could have some of my inheritance money from my Grandma to cover my procedure. She and my Aunt deemed it a good thing to ask for my money for. So, I spent over half of my inheritance so I could have two hernias fixed. (Not how I wanted to spend that money) And when I have my surgery, I have complications (that probably cost an arm and a leg more) and have to have my remaining ovary removed. All of which was decided and done while I was sleeping.<br />
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We wrote down what we owe to every Dr, every hospital, every pathology report, etc yesterday. I wanted to cry. Most of it belongs to me. We owe over $8200 in medical bills that aren't on payment plans, which is probably another $2000 more. Our SUV has to be renewed this month, which will have to wait til January because we need a new set of tires that will cost at least $800 to do and we're working on paying off the brakes & roters we had to replace last week (grand total of $475 and we still owe $300 on). Not quite sure where it will come from, but it has to be done our car has to be registered in order to bring it on Base where we live.<br />
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Santa, as much as I'd love to see my medical bills disappear and be paid off. As much as I'd love to be able to pay cash for our tires and brakes. To know its not a stretch to renew our only vehicle. As much as I don't want to have to ask our Bishop every two weeks for assistance with putting food on our table. The thing I want to see most under my tree this year, is presents for my kids. They don't deserve to suffer, while we do. They deserve to stay blissfully ignorant of our money troubles. I want to be able to afford to buy ridicuously large amounts of toys & books for them. To buy the boring things they need like new shoes and clothes fit for Utah's unpredicitable winter weather.<br />
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I'd sacrifice everything to do that for my kids. As it is I know they will have a few gifts under the tree and that's ok. We won't let them suffer completely because we are financially strapped. It just won't be a Christmas of extravagence. That's ok. I want to teach my kids the true meaning of Christmas and about the birth of our Savior. But there's that small childlike aspect that makes me want to shower them with gifts.<br />
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Santa, if you could just make sure that we can provide each of my four kids with a gift or two. That we can delight in seeing their little faces in the morning when they see those small stacks and be excited. That's all this Mommy really wants.<br />
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Thank you, Santa for listening to this poor Mommy vent. Merry Christmas to you Santa.<br />
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Sincerely, Aidan, Aislynn, Rhiannon & Fallon's Mommy<br />
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Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-35699068333556940202012-12-11T02:28:00.002-08:002012-12-11T02:28:21.252-08:00Writer's Workshop: The Changing Friendship of Married FriendsI was inspired by <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/blog/">Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop</a> prompts, which this one was from a few months ago and I was intrigued enough to write this one. If you're in need of a good writing prompt go over and check out her blog, she always has the most unique things to write about! <br />
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Marriage. Its a life changing and beautiful step in a person's life. Everybody talks about learning to live with each others weird quirks like the toilet paper roll that feeds over vs under, rolling the toothpaste tube vs not, even to who sleeps on what side of the bed. Its often those kind of big changes that we focus on, but the one change that isn't truly talked about until well after you're fully ensconced in wedded bliss is:<br />
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Its a nice idea to think that your relationships with friends who aren't married won't change once you've tied the knot. But in reality it does change and really it has to. Gone are the days when either you or your spouse can just head off to party & play with your single friends. A lot of people probably try to slide back into how things used to be, but find that its not so easy to fit back in. (I am sure there are those that manage, but really what kind of marriage would you have? Not that I'm judging, to each there own)<br />
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I found that while we still enjoy doing things with the few friends we have who aren't married, how often we actually do has dropped drastically. When we make trips into town for Dr's appts and to run our errands, my Hubby & I often decide last minute to go to a sit down restaurant and usually ring up my Hubby's best friend, who has a girlfriend, but still claims bachelorhood. And while one might think that he'd be a lot more flexible then we are, usually has plans. I honestly thought married life would be more planned out date nights and outings with friends, but since we have four kids finding a babysitter is so difficult. If we can't family to watch the kids, then our kids come with us. Which isn't always bad, but its nice to have a nice grownup evening out once in a while. Plus living at least two hours away from a decent place to go to the movies and to dinner, travel time kills it for us with local babysitters, who are mostly teens still in high school. So we try to go out when we already have plans to be in town, but that really does make for more last minute dinner plans then planned ones. <br />
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While we do last minute things and drag our kids along, I'm not so sure that our single friends enjoy us always wanting them to come hang out with us and our family. Especially if they are alone since we outnumber them and can make them feel awkward or if they bring a date, they may or may not like kids. I also find that conversations kind of lag with other adults when we have the kids. I mean when we're constantly telling the kids to eat their food or quit playing with it or don't touch your sister/brother. Its easier to plan ahead to hang out with our single friends, since we can arrange for a babysitter and plan to be just couples. Then no one feels left out or awkward at being the odd man out.<br />
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We still invite them to our parties, but they have to endure a party where kids are welcome most of the time and we tend to do less 'partying' since we have to be responsible for more then just us. I know a lot of single people who really live for partying and being able to drink to excess, which makes us no fun since we don't do that even when our kids aren't around. I think sometimes they feel we're boring and I often wonder what its like to be able to be so care free. I love being a mommy and wouldn't change it, but we're not as flexible about dropping whatever we're doing or not doing to run out to see a movie at 9 o'clock at night or go have a movie marathon all night long. We have to worry about kids getting enough sleep and trying to find a sitter for that kind of short notice is nonexistent.<br />
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We still try to include our friends, but we often go months in between get togethers because its just easier that way. We love our single friends and while we still love them, its a whole lot easier to hang out with our married friends, especially the ones with kids. So, don't let anyone fool you if they say nothing changes after you get married when it comes to friends, because in the end it really does happen and its usually the best to reevaluate & try something new.Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-13907441990748049682012-12-07T03:39:00.001-08:002012-12-07T03:39:44.740-08:00Big DreamsI have dreamed of being a writer for as long as I can remember. My 3rd Grade teacher, Mr Freeman, encouraged lots of writing and I found I had a knack for it. I loved it! Now my early stuff was pretty out there. I found a one that I wrote, a very sappy romance story, involving a bunch of my school friends. It was like reading a terrible soap opera. That bad. I have file folders full of stories finished and some not quite so much that range all the way to grade school. I save them for sentimental reasons, not that most are that great, but every writer starts somewhere, right?<br />
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I won a number of story contests as the years went by, something for which I was very proud of. In fact I received the first Ruby Freeman Award for Reading, Writing and Preservation of Literature (which was given by my beloved 3rd Grade Teacher in honor of his Mother), an award that there were two types of and only given for a few years. Unfortunately, they stopped because Mr Freeman felt that the award was not appreciated for what it was. Which was truly a tragedy. I will always feel honored that I received the first. There was a contest that touched on all the arts known as the Reflections contest and I won that a couple times. The one year, I believe I was in 7th grade and I made it as far as Regionals. It was quite the honor.<br />
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As wonderful as all these awards were, it was the writing I loved. I wanted to write a novel and hoped that I would be inspired to write one. Hasn't happened yet, but I still hope to. As I have now been out of school for 10 years, I don't write nearly as much as I used to. I still write here and there. I've actively participated in three years worth of Nanowrimo, but haven't yet met the goal number of 50,000 words. My plan is to make the goal next year. Its kind of a fun challenge. Last year I made it to about 25,000 words. I was so close it was exhilerating.<br />
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I started blogging about 3 years ago. Not only did I feel it was a great way to remember things like a journal, but I had this fantasy that my blog would be discovered and that readers would flock to read what I had to say. That I would be found to be funny, entertaining and inspiring. I still enjoy to blog, but I've found that I fill those shoes very little. Perhaps I should compare my writing style less to other blogs I read, but its human nature to do so. I find I'm not as funny and clever as I thought. I have very few consistent readers. Hardly anyone comments. I guess I really should be glad I have found a way around my writers block. Its hard since I went into this with such high expectations and dreams. I wanted someone to tell me that I should write a book. I wanted a stranger to tell me that. Silly, huh?<br />
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I know I shouldn't set such stock in being disappointed. I should write because I love to and I want to remember the memories of my kids growing up. I want my family who doesn't live close to hear the funny stories. I want a place I can vent and not be afraid of judgment. I shouldn't care if I have 2 readers or 200 readers. I should write to write. But that writer in me wants to be awknowledged. To be rooted on and in my writer's vanity, be told I'm amazing and entertaining. As a writer I am so freakin' vain.<br />
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I want my dream. Is it so silly that a 27 year old wants her dream? I know all of this really goes back to a few things that are not writing related. They are about me, about the me I keep hidden. In check. I have written for so long as a means to hide the fact that I don't have very many friends and don't seem to be able to make friends easily. I don't want people to know that I'm scared to talk to new people. I literally have a phobia of calling people, it doesn't matter if I know them or not. I will drag out calling someone, in order to avoid it. I've been told that I'm not well liked, for whatever reason I scare people away. Perhaps I try too hard. I've used writing as a means to hide the real me and keep the pain at bay that don't socialize.<br />
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I've used my healthy issues to hide away, all but becoming a recluse. I yearn to have friends to do things with, to have excuses to leave my house. But I don't. I hide in my house. I am the epitomy of a recluse. I write and hide. In fact just this morning I wrote a letter on Facebook to a bunch of the women who are my friends online, hoping to start a monthly craft day in the New Year. To force myself out of my house, my comfort zone and make friends. Get to know these people I claim to be friends with. I'm certain most will find reasons it won't work. I kind of feel sad and pathetic. I had to write a letter to ask people to let me get to know them. Writing this makes me want to cry. I hate my limitations.<br />
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So I write. I escape. I pretend. I evade. I write to the universe, because I don't even dare hope that someone will actually read this. I still dream big. I dream I'll be inspired and write a book that will truly wow the world. I want to be that writer. I want to touch people's lives. Share a piece of me. Be remembered rather then fade away. I will fade because I feel alone. Because I am alone.<br />
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I'll keep writing my blog. I'll tell about the crazy things my kids have done. I'll write whatever comes to mind. I'll keep dreaming that I will be a writer. A writer that people want to read. I hope you don't think too badly of me for saying I'm weak. I'm a writer and I dream big.Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-50223546897387837282012-12-06T15:30:00.000-08:002012-12-06T15:30:02.782-08:00Complications, That's Me!Surgery. I know that's a word I've used a lot on here this year and I'm sure you're just as tired hearing it, as I am. Unfortunately I'm not as healthy as I would like and at 27 years old, I feel far older then I should. I have hopes that my year of surgeries has done more then just make my family exponentially poorer, that perhaps, perhaps its actually making progress to making me healthier. There is nothing more upsetting and frustrating then being reasonably young and being sick enough that I cannot enjoy my amazing little family. We went through hell and back again to get each of our beautiful kids here, and I feel I'm missing out on everything.<br />
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I feel like a horrible Mom, and although everyone tells me its not my fault, I feel somehow it is. That some how I have failed my kids by not being healthy and feeling up to being involved with everything. I haven't had the energy to take them to the park (which is now conveniently down the street from us), no energy to play on the floor, and really if I have no energy for those, then where do I muster up the energy to even get out of bed? If someone has the answer to that one, I am all ears. Aside from being a Chronic Migraine sufferer, I was diagnosed with Endometriosis when I was 12 and was officially verified when I was 21. Both of which have brought their own set of challenges. While the migraines I can only hope to cut back just how frequent they are and how bad they are by taking daily preventative medicines & pain meds for onset. With Endo, the only sure fire way of being rid of the troubles that come with it are to have a hysterectomy, which for those of you who have been following me for a while know I had six weeks following Fallon's birth. Though it was only a partial (my Dr left both of my ovaries) so that I wouldn't have to go into Menopause at 27 and worry about all the issues that come from that.<br />
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It seems however that my body had other plans and in September (4 months following my hysterectomy) we discovered a 5CM cyst on my right ovary. My Dr surmised that all the cramping and pain in my abdomen since my surgery were the results of my body freaking out more or less & causing multiple cysts to form and burst. The best option was to go in and remove the 'Problem Child' ovary, and hopefully be able to move on with life. During that procedure, not only did they definitely decide to remove my ovary since it had all but twisted in on itself, but that I had 3 hernias. Two of which I'd probably had for a very long time and were smaller and the third was an incisional hernia caused by pregnancy & multiple abdominal surgeries. Eventually they would need to be taken care of, but I wasn't in too much of a hurry. Although my regular Dr felt otherwise when I began complaining of abdominal pain a few weeks later.<br />
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So off I went to see a general surgeon, who agreed that two of the three needed to be repaired and the sooner, the better. I'm thinking all this time that things are getting expensive, but at this point we should have met my out-of-pocket for the year. I scheduled what I hoped was my final surgery for the year (for a very long time, if ever) for the 30th of November. This was the best date for us since it fell on a weekend that my husband could arrange to be home all weekend and didn't have to worry about work til the Tuesday following. We made arrangements with our Reserve Unit, since it fell on Drill weekend, to make it up later in December and made arrangements with my parents to take the kids for the weekend.<br />
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Everything worked out well and the soon surgery day was upon us. There had only been one catch: we hadn't hit out of pocket and since we had some outstanding bills with the hospital (even though we were making payments), they required either the outstanding amounts paid in full or what my responsibility for this procedure to be paid in full. Luckily, I was able to have access to some of my inheritance money from my Grandma's passing to cover what I needed to do my procedure. It was really hard to ask for help and know that instead of going to something fun, it was going to surgery. I really did need the surgery.<br />
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The day of my surgery arrived. I went in just like I had for so many other surgeries and aside from some butterflies in my stomach, things were going great. I was taken back into the OR and I was asleep before I knew it. When I woke up however, was when I began to discover that things had not gone as planned. When my Dr had gone in with the camera to decide where was best to place the laproscopic insicions, he discovered that my one remaining ovary had such a large cyst on it that it had completely displaced it and the area around it was full of blood clots. Essentially it was a mess. He immediately got on the phone, called my OBGYN up and told him he needed him to come in right away. After the two Dr's discussed the options, they consulted with my Hubby over the phone and all agreed that it was best to remove my ovary. They could drain the cyst and remove the clots, but my OBGYN felt that the cyst would start growing back right away and that within three months I'd be in worse shape then I was already in.<br />
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I awoke to a great deal of pain, a huge incision that goes up the middle of my belly and no ovaries. I guess it could have been worse, I could have had massive bleeding or even died, but its been hard to process because nothing went as planned. I'm partially glad that I don't have to worry about cysts anymore or my Endo growing back, but I do get to deal with all the Menopause stuff and the hot flashes started yesterday (boy do they suck!). My recovery is going to be a lot longer, but its nothing I can't handle. Its kind of one day at a time. I want to feel better. I want to be a good mom and play with my kids. I just have to work up to that. I have to get better in order to do all that. I hope my kids will forgive me for being the broken Mommy and that soon I can show them I can be the fun Mommy.<br />
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I'm going to try, once again, to spend more time blogging. I have loads of down time for the next 8 weeks at least, I really don't have the excuse to not blog. I love blogging, but maybe this is being too picky, I miss hearing from people. I kind of feel like I'm writing to myself, which isn't a bad thing. I get jealous of other blogs, where each post has 30 responses. I wonder if I'm boring. Or is it just I don't blog consistently enough to keep people interested. I guess I'll never know, but if I keep trying maybe more people will come.Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-88929765330654539742012-12-06T02:10:00.003-08:002012-12-06T14:32:33.537-08:00Never knew I could feel like this<div style="text-align: center;">
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When I met the heavyset red head with what appeared to be a bad attempt at an Afro, outside the Driver's Ed range at the end of sophomore year little did I realize the journey that lay before us. Although I felt that this was our first meeting, I have been told on numerous occasions he'd seen me around and that we even hung out with the same group of friends. In my memory it began with throwing sticks.<br />
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I was waiting for my Mom to come pick me up after range, sitting patiently reading my book underneath a very tall tree on the property of an LDS Church. I was minding my own business, reading my book, when the first twig sailed through the air and hit my back. Paying little attention to it, I kept reading until a second twig hit me. Apparently he was trying to get my attention and for whatever reason, I felt irritated at being interrupted. At the time I had very few friends and found my comfort & solace in my books. (Ironically enough so did he) When he had my attention, he asked what I was reading and so we talked back & forth about books we liked (I begrudgingly answered his questions). His name was Chris.<br />
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This was just the beginning of many conversations between us that week. One even included me throwing his leather pouch on the roof of the Church (accidentally) and his being gone so long, I thought he'd fallen off the roof. (Remind me to tell you that story later) My Mom asked me that first day who that young man was and I told her, "Just a guy." We even gave him a ride part of the way home, for whatever reason he wouldn't tell us where he lived just told us to drop him off by a local grocery store. I often wondered why he didn't want me to know where he lived. (He informed me that he just didn't want to inconvenience us.)<br />
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While we were friendly with each other, I felt he was very weird and wasn't keen on being too friendly. That summer I got a phone call from someone, who addressed themself as 'Stopher' and I had no idea who it was. I awkwardly carried on a conversation with him, not exactly sure who it was. I told him about being in a community play in a few weeks and that he should come see it. (Free publicity) He and a friend showed up to see my show and came backstage to talk to me, which eventually got them kicked out and they weren't even allowed to finish watching the play. Then the new school year began.<br />
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I found that the random phone call that summer had been inspired by a message I had inscribed in his yearbook giving him my number and to call me. I didn't actually think he'd call me and signed it more out of habit. (Sad I know, I find I was kind of shallow back then) With school back in session, I found that Chris was everywhere and I began to find him more annoying then ever. I mean he was nice, but since I felt that I could go nowhere without him being there, it got old fast. I tease him all the time about being my stalker and he always vehemently denies it. I figure it was more how I felt about him and his being 'everywhere' then his really stalking me, but its fun to tease him! Finally I told him I didn't like him and that I wanted him to leave me alone. I was blunt about it and didn't really care initially about his feelings at all. I was very much a stuck up teenage girl, which is strange since I had very few friends.<br />
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I saw him all the time in the halls after that and he'd see me & look away with the saddest look on his face. It did make me feel bad, but I couldn't get over the idea that he'd been stalking me. Eventually my nice side won out and I began talking to him again, but it was still really awkward which I was to blame since I'd told him to get lost. Chris was doing tech for the Spring musical that I was in, so it gave us casual opportunities to talk without too much pressure. Then I admit I did a really shallow thing and although it worked out to my benefit, it reflects badly on me. Prom was coming up and I had no prospects on getting a date for the big dance. So I conceived a plan to convince Chris to take me. Dragging my best friend along for the ride and getting her involved, we teased him about knowing a girl that wanted him to take her to the dance. I think he enjoyed the attention it got him from both of us girls and eventually, after he'd guessed a number of girls (think he was playing along and secretly knew the whole time) I told him it was me. He did appear to be very shocked and told me that he had no money. I told him it wasn't a big deal. I was surprised at how disappointed I was that he couldn't take me.<br />
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Then one night he told me he wanted to take me out to make up for not being able to take me to the dance. I asked him where & when, he said The Provo Towne Mall, which I thought was an odd place to take me for a date. Then he said on the 13th of April. It took a few moments before it clicked, he was asking me to Prom. For whatever reason they thought it was a cool idea to do Prom at the mall since Utah's Capital building was under construction (its where Prom normally was). I was tickled pink, but as the day approached I began to get nervous. We had never been on a date and they had planned this elaborate all day thing. So what would happen if I found I really didn't like him and I was stuck all day with him?<br />
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April 13th dawned a nice sunny day and Chris & my best friend's date arrived at about 9am to take us to breakfast. While I wasn't impressed with the food, I actually found I was enjoying myself. Then we headed to meet a group of friends at a park just below the Mount Timpanogas Temple to play board games. I played Risk for the first time in my life and actually found it to be kind of fun. Not a game I want to play every day, but I had fun. Then we headed for lunch at Subway and found another park closer to where lunch was to play more games before we had to head back to get all dressed up.<br />
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I really was having more fun then I'd expected and as I headed off to get my hair & make-up done by a friend, I was nervous again. I wore a dark forest green dress and my hair was pinned up in curls. When Chris arrived I was surprised (and a little embarrassed even) when I walked into my living room to see my date wearing a top hat, tux, gloves and even a cane. I think I was embarrassed more because he'd done it for me and he looked really nice. (Shh don't tell him I said that) After he put on my wrist corsage and I'd pinned his boutonniere on him, we headed to dinner. My first experience at Macaroni Grill, which was very yummy and I totally loved that I could draw on the table. (See I have my child-like moments) I'll admit that the dish that he got kind of grossed me out, especially when he slurped out the oyster or whatever it was out of its shell. I probably turned a few shades of green.<br />
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We made our entrance into the dance, but found that we had so very little time. My parents were very strict on my curfew and although the dance was a big deal, I had not been given an extension. So we made the decision to dance a few dances, then waited in line for pictures. The pictures turned out really cute. (If I can find my copies I'll post them up) Then we packed up and headed back to my house. I was sad that our night was ending so soon. I really had had a blast. He had surprised me, quite pleasantly. We actually sat around at my house talking with my parents for half hour after we got back. With a hug goodbye, I think I realized that things were going to be different.<br />
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We began dating. I'll admit as much as I loved talking with him and being with him, there was a certain physical aspect that seemed to draw us together. My parents had this crazy rule that every two dates with the same boy, I had to go out with someone else. I see now what they were trying to do, but they themselves have admitted to me that they found ways to break that very rule when they were dating. And like them, Chris and I found ways to break that rule too. I don't remember the first time we kissed exactly, more that it was the best kiss I'd ever had, which was only the second one ever. I was starting to fall in love with him and I was scared.<br />
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<i>Want to vanish inside your kiss</i><br />
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Everyday I love you more and more</i><br />
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Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings</i><br />
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Telling me to give you everything</i><br />
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Seasons may change winter to spring</i><br />
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<i>Come what may, come what may</i><br />
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Our early romance seemed to burn very bright and very hot, for a time anyway. I was afraid. I was falling in love and wasn't ready to be. I asked him to MORP by cutting up my question and taping individual letters on pieces of candy in a big jar. We tied balloons to the jar and my sisters delivered it, while I spied from the back of the car. His response was given with a romantic poem and a heart full of kisses (chocolate ones, that is). My best friend and I made our dates & ourselves matching tied-dyed shirts. They said 'He's with me' and 'She's with me.' We went to the local amusement park and rode on all the rides & had a picnic in the middle of the park. Unfortunately, Chris got heat exhaustion and wasn't up to a whole lot after that. We watched a creepy movie at my friend's house, before we made a brief appearance at the dance. We got fun pictures done, danced a dance or two, then headed back to finish watching our movie.<br />
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That first summer was a real test for us. My parents were wanting us to slow down and he went away to work at a Boy Scout Summer camp. He only got to come home every couple of weekends. He missed my birthday and when he came back to celebrate with me, well things didn't go very well. Something had happened while he was gone, a situation that he struggled to understand and threatened to tear us apart. He didn't know how to help me and when he made a poor choice in words, I freaked out and pushed him away. We spent the whole time at my party arguing, he brought me roses and I refused to forgive him. His words had struck a nerve and I was bound & determined to never forgive him. He went back to camp and didn't come back home until just before school started. We quit talking to each other and I foolishly tried to move on. A boy at work knew the right words to say, where Chris hadn't, and I thought that I needed to be with this new boy.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRPjz1JJr4sJ6fD7qVK0EPOMaEDwvnhM_ApDBMqihM5hD42c6xUvgU07DChbbJcUtWsn_HIvokhCJVodpb-XkfqLKzuJf_QybxU9T3B5VbBONMmmyjPIJmcq735kSQkWtoWrxmo4PYeM/s1600/182_8796771029_8805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRPjz1JJr4sJ6fD7qVK0EPOMaEDwvnhM_ApDBMqihM5hD42c6xUvgU07DChbbJcUtWsn_HIvokhCJVodpb-XkfqLKzuJf_QybxU9T3B5VbBONMmmyjPIJmcq735kSQkWtoWrxmo4PYeM/s200/182_8796771029_8805_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>We slowly managed to be friends and I began to go to him to talk. I talked about this other boy and Chris, being the sweetheart that he was, listened, although it was breaking his heart to hear me cry over another boy. The Other Boy, wasn't truly as good as he seemed and ended up lying to me & breaking my teenage heart. All the while Chris and I grew closer, but instead of it all being physical, we had become best friends. I could tell him anything and often did. We also had a bit of an interesting relationship. We were friends with benefits, at least benefits when we were hiding backstage during play practice that fall and we'd steal kisses in the curtains. We remained best friends throughout our Senior year, until something pivotal occurred. I had a dance accident in Social Dance at school the first day of November and ended up needing surgery in February. I was out of school for six weeks, before I could come back and more or less suffer through school.<br />
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Chris came to see me while I was home recovering. In fact I remember only vaguely him and a few of our other friends coming to see me the day after surgery. My girl friend had come to do my hair and make me presentable. Then when they all arrived, all I could focus on and remember of that visit was that he didn't talk to me the whole time he was there. Maybe I scared him, because apparently I looked like hell. He came a few other times to visit and talk with me. I had missed his birthday during the first few days after my surgery, so with the help of my next door neighbor I created a photo slide show for him. I had even gotten his mom to pick out pictures of him growing up and surprised him with this amazing slide show. I had spent a lot of time on it.<br />
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In the process of working on this project and being away from him for so long, I realized something. I was in love with him and I didn't want to be apart anymore. I had long forgiven him for the things he'd said that summer, it didn't matter anymore. When I came back to school I told him as much. Now it was trying to get around my parents dumb dating rule. During a camping trip with my family, my parents and I had a long talk about Chris & I. We all came to the understanding that I was in love with him and that we wanted to be able to date seriously. My parents gave us their permission and our relationship came out in the open. Which was very nice.<br />
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We started talking about getting married. I was now certain that getting married to him was what I wanted. I thought he felt that way too, but it seems a lot of that came from me pressuring him. And after a fight the night before our high school graduation, he proposed to me on the front porch of a friend's house. He asked my Dad for my hand in marriage and I delightedly told everyone our news. I hadn't been thinking of him or I had but I assumed we wanted the same thing. He ended up telling my Grandfather that he wasn't ready to get married and that he was going to tell me so later that night. So, my whole family knew the truth and I didn't. Following the graduation ceremony and celebrating with my family, Chris, my best friend, her boyfriend and I went with a group of single adults on a camp out. While we were there he broke the news to me and I was devastated. We fought and argued.<br />
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Oh there were butterflies in my stomach and I gave him a big hug when I saw him. My heart leapt into my throat. I still loved him, I realized as I looked into his green eyes, madly and desperately in love. It hadn't changed in all those months. We secretly held hands under the table and played footsies. I was in heaven.<br />
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The next couple of years presented new problems for us. Things that took work to get through and as much as we loved each other, neither one of us was always very nice to each other. Our relationship took turns we hadn't planned on and really tried us. We break up and then got engaged again multiple times. He made plans to serve an LDS mission for our Church, but things didn't work out. We got a lot of our screaming and fighting out in those years before. We loved each other, but couldn't live with or without each other. I joined the Army in 2005 and while I was gone for training. He felt he needed to be free of me, that he needed to grow and experience things. I didn't understand that need, because I needed him. I needed his support in what I was doing. I wasn't exactly getting it from home and I thought my fiance of all people should be there for me. He hardly wrote me (I know how he felt) and when he finally wrote me my first letter it was to tell me we were done. I was heartbroken and devastated. What a place to be told by the man you love that he wants to move on without you.<br />
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We kind of got back together when I came home for Christmas, but it was awkward and I knew things still weren't right. He told me while I was home that he'd volunteered to deploy to Iraq and he was just waiting on his orders. His orders came a few days after I went back to finish my training. He was gone within a couple days of that, gone to start premob training. I came home and felt lost without him. I still felt that things were off with us and that they were eventually going to come to a head. And they did. I wanted to make plans to get married when he got home from Iraq and to make plans to meet somewhere fun for his R&R. He suddenly snapped at me and told me he didn't want to make plans with me. We fought over the phone and he hung up on me. I tried to call him back and it went straight to voicemail. So I did what came to mind next, I broke up with him over his voicemail. I wanted to be with someone who wanted to make plans with me.<br />
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I attempted to move on and had my cousin set me up with a guy. A guy, I tried very hard to make things work with, he was very nice, but it just wasn't Chris. Chris and I eventually began talking again, but we were just friends. Except he hated hearing about guys hitting on me, but it was so hard to talk to him any different then I had before. We decided on things we couldn't talk about and I kept dating the other guy. I guess things hit a point for Chris when he realized he missed me and that he didn't want to live without me. He called one night and kept calling & calling. I was on a date with that other guy and finally decided to answer Chris' call. He was crying and he told me he needed to talk to me. I told him I couldn't talk right that moment and would call him later. He wanted to know why I couldn't, I didn't feel I should tell him I was on a date, but after he kept begging to know why I couldn't talk, I told him.<br />
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I think he was in shock that I was dating and it hit him hard. It took us a few days to get to talk, since the next night there was a huge sand storm where he was and cell reception sucked. We talked and he told me that he'd been stupid. That he couldn't live without me. There was something different about him, about talking to him. I felt like this time maybe it could work. So we, decided to try it again, which I know is a little weird since I wouldn't get to see him for like six months or more. My parents noticed when I put my rings back on and I got lectured about him being a flake. Look at how he's treated you, of course I wanted to point out I hadn't always been very nice myself.<br />
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Chris and I were talking one day when he mentioned that they might possibly get a couple days of leave before they went overseas. I was elated at the idea and somehow we started talking about if he got leave that we should get married. The more we talked about it the more we seemed set on it. We talked about maybe eloping, but kind of decided that we'd piss off too many people if we did that. When he finally got word that they were going to get four days of leave in a week, we decided we really were going to get married. We'd have his family's Bishop marry us at their ward house and that we'd keep it simple.<br />
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I was there at his parent's house when he called them to tell them we were getting married. His Dad had already figured out we were going to and his Mom was shocked. My parents were even more in shock. But they supported us even though I think they had concerns, we were adults after all. We were married April 15, 2006 and we're going on seven years.<br />
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I hope I haven't bored you too much with all the crazy details of my relationship with my Hubby. I really had fun finally writing out my relationship with my Hubby. Over the last 11 years, we've been through a lot and its made our marriage & relationship what it is. This was inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop at <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/blog/">Mama's Losin' It</a>. Go check her blog out and join in all the fun!<br />
<br />Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-90148320803672939672012-12-05T02:10:00.001-08:002012-12-05T02:10:10.601-08:00Kids Say the Darnedest Things Week 1As any parent knows kids often say the darnedest things. They have no concept of what's polite or even politically correct (of course we all know adults who seem to fall into this category, too). Having four kids under the age of five often lends itself to some very strange and hilarious conversations. I'm hoping to start a weekly segment on here where I post the weeks most hilarious conversations or one-liners from my incredible children.<br />
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We moved into our new house a few months ago and due to my health being so poor, we haven't really gotten as settled in as we'd like and are still unpacking boxes, trying to find a home for everything. So, on Friday this last week I had to go in for surgery (the 4th time this year) and so my folks took my three older kids for the weekend, to give me more rest and allow my husband to focus more on me & our baby. This gave him enough time that he was able to clean and organize a little bit more. Our house is starting to look and feel more like home, but it still has a long way to go. On Sunday I was doing something in the kitchen (one of two in our new place) when Aislynn came running in and the first thing she said was, "How come you cleaned My House?" Apparently we're not allowed to clean the house and put stuff away. I had to laugh when I told her "Cause we wanted too." Then she ran out to tell my parents we'd cleaned the house.<br />
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Oh what would I do without my crazy kids? I'm not sure, but I never want to find out!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-85713999431034177332012-11-27T23:19:00.001-08:002012-11-27T23:19:17.622-08:00Writer's Workshop: SparkleI haven't been super on top of this for a while, but felt the need to get back to it this week. I don't want anyone feeling like I've abandoned my blog, which isn't true at all I've just been trying to get better. Anyway, if you don't already head on over to <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/">Mama's Losin' It</a> and join in her weekly writer's workshop! Its a super fun way to blog and helps when those moments of writer's block kicks in!<br />
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Leaning forward my fingers trail</div>
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Dreaming of the serene summer pond.</div>
<br />Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-85082957896507580972012-11-15T01:29:00.000-08:002012-11-15T01:29:11.919-08:00Trying To StandI keep trying to stay caught up with my blog and I realize I'm failing miserably! Every time I seem back on top of this or that, I start feeling better and then I'm wiped out by the next wave of life. The biggest thing has been my health. Can I just say how ready I am to be healthy again? I miss being a good mom to my kids. Some days I can't hardly get out of bed, I feel weak and exhausted or my head is pounding so badly I can barely move. Its gotten to be where all I can do is hope I feel good and work with whatever comes my way. My kids have been enjoying lots of inside fun or rather lots of cartoons and lots of indoor make believe! My kids have some pretty awesome imaginations!<br />
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I go into see a general surgeon this morning and discuss my three hernias. Yup, you read that right, 3 hernias. I'm thinking at least one definitely has to be fixed and if they are going in to fix one they might as well fix them all. Which means I'll probably be having surgery in the next few weeks. That makes four this year. My goal for next year is no surgeries! ;) I guess we'll see what the Dr says tomorrow. Wish me luck!<br />
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Aidan's getting so big, at 4 1/2 he tries to be a big help during the day, but nights are a weak point for all the kids. He thinks he's big enough to stay up as late as he wants, which gets frustrating when I have to go in multiple times to tell them to go to bed or re-tuck them in. We've been working on his ABC's and we're up to DEF. He's picking it up slowly, I had hoped to send him to preschool this year, but finances prevented us from doing so. He loves learning, I wish I could find a really good home preschool set up. I've kind of gathered my own bits & pieces to use to teach. I hope to have him ready for kindergarten next fall. We weighed him tonight and he weighs a whopping 40lbs. He is so compact that it hardly seems like he should way that much. He's been on a superhero kick as of late and we've watched Spiderman, Batman, Avengers and Captain America to the point that I'm sick of superheros. He even dressed up as Batman for Halloween. He's always shooting and taking out the bad guys around the house.<br />
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Aislynn is very much the Princess and has to change her clothes 4 and 5 times a day. I'm going to have to make her some more durable dress-up outfits, since between her & Rhiannon they've ripped most of the cute skirts. She's anxious to learn her alphabet too. She asks on a regular basis to draw letters on my Nook tablet. The three kids all have such fun trying to write their letters. We pretty much had her potty trained and then we had a baby & moved, so we've been dealing with lots of accidents, which is so frustrating. If anyone has any suggestions on how to help her out, I'm all ears! She's also trying to be such a big helper and often sneaks into Fallon's room to scale the crib just to talk to him.<br />
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Rhiannon is going to be two in March and I can hardly believe it. Of course it helps that she's still so tiny and petite that you can hardly believe she's almost two. She barely weighs 19lbs and baby brother is rapidly catching up. She wants to be like Aidan & Aislynn and is constantly following them around. She's starting to talk up a storm, although its still hard to understand her. She is very obsessed at the moment with going 'ouside' and will stand at the front door knocking on it. Daddy tries to take them out of the house once at week at least, this week it was a walk to the shoppette on post. She even came home holding clumps of snow in her very red little fists, she wanted to show Mommy. She's getting so big, where has the time gone?<br />
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Mr Fallon, our little Dragon baby, is getting so big. At his 6 month check up, he weighed in at 16lbs 3oz (7%) and 26" (25%) long. He's finally able to hold his super cute, but large little head up and is enjoying tummy time more. He loves to play in his jumperoo and loves being able to see what everyone is doing. He doesn't like to be left alone and cries if he realizes he is. Still working on the baby food bit, his poor tummy doesn't handle the cereals very well, but he loves most veggies we've given him and I hope soon to start fruits. No sign of crawling yet, which is sad when we're seeing other babies younger then him starting to crawl, but at the same time it means I get to enjoy him little for a while longer. I love my sweet baby boy!<br />
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Christopher has been working hard and picking up all the extra hours he can, which doesn't leave much time at home to spend time with us. But the medical bills are a little high this year and so its important we get as much paid off as possible. It will make life less stressful. He's nearly passing his PT test and this month he missed the run by 50 seconds. Next month he'll pass and can put in for SGT. He'll make an awesome NCO!<br />
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And me, I'm just trying to get better. I've been trying to figure out what's going on with my poor body. My new Dr has put me on new migraine meds, which seem to be working better, but the one kind is really expensive (oh but it works so wonderfully)! I'm hoping to get tested for diabetes in the next month or so, see if we can cross that off the list. I'm still trying to unpack and organize my new place. Its been a really difficult thing to do when I'm the only one home most of the time and then add in being sick. I'll get there, eventually. I'm down six more pounds and am one pound off my pre-pregnancy weight, hurray! Its good to see the numbers going down.<br />
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Anyway, its super late and I have an appt early so. Night all! I hope I'll get a chance to write some more later.Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-25271650863125122202012-11-14T22:54:00.003-08:002012-11-21T20:00:35.224-08:00Belated Veteran's Day Post: Supporting Our Troops<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So this was supposed to be my Veteran's Day post and well, as is obvious I didn't get around to it til a few days later. Go me! Its that time of year when everybody gets sick and with four kids if one gets it they all do. I'm pretty much decided to restrict our outings so I can keep our kids healthy this winter, it adds up quickly. Anyway, so on to my belated Veteran's Day post.</div>
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When I decided to join the Army, it was a big step for me. I'd grown up with a relatively patriotic family, but my parents' experience with the Military wasn't great. My Mom's Dad was kind of a lifer and he'd never really been around while she was growing up. He had made the Army his priority and came around every couple years, a trend that continued most of my childhood as well. He'd been divorced several times and had been unfaithful (I'm not saying this is true for all soldiers, obviously), where I'm going with this is that his example wasn't really the best to go by. He was a great soldier, but it left his family life much to be desired. So, my mom wasn't a big fan of Military life or the idea of what it represented to her. Now we all know that the Army/Military life isn't for everyone. I was once told that it takes a special woman to be able to be married to a soldier and it most definitely is true. If we weren't made of something tough, we wouldn't make it through the deployments, the drill weekends, the two weeks or more a year and all that comes with this life.</div>
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I had made a big decision, a life altering decision and I suddenly felt very alone. Later that same day I cornered my Mom and told her the news. I was going to enlist on my birthday and I wanted her to know. She tried talking me out of it, but the more she tried the more I felt that this was something I needed to do. I wanted to show them that I could do this. That I could be a soldier and that just because I was a girl & because they hadn't wanted different things for me, didn't mean it was the decision. It was my decision. So its exactly what I did. It took a few weeks longer to get through all the necessary stuff to join, I had to have my ankle evaluated since I'd had surgery a couple years before. But I finally enlisted Aug 4th, 2005 and was scheduled to leave for Fort Jackson, South Carolina by the end of the month.</div>
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Seven years later, my parents have come around. ;) (Love you guys!) They are super awesome about alternating every other month with my in-laws to watch our kids, while my Hubby & I go to drill each month. My parents have swooped in a few times and come to the rescue when babysitting falls through with my in-laws. I am grateful for all their help and even if it seems like such a small thing as to take the grandkids for two or three days, its a big step in helping me to succeed as a soldier. Having support from your family is so huge! I know a lot of you understand that, without our families (blood or otherwise) we couldn't do what we need to.</div>
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My first six months in the Army were rough in all sorts of ways. I mean its Basic training, right and then AIT and you're expected to follow orders. And really how many people like to be yelled and told to do stuff that sucks? Not very many, but the longer I was gone the more accustomed to it I became and a much stronger person for it. It was also rough, because my Hubby, who was my then fiance/boyfriend, who had been my biggest advocate and support about joining was being so supportive. All the letters I imagined I get from him and my family while I was gone, that imperative support, wasn't there. I got a handful of letters from family, three post cards from my Hubby and a single letter, which actually was him breaking up with me during AIT. I saw how much a single letter, a post card could buoy one's spirit. I felt alone and lost without all the support I thought I'd have.</div>
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Finances were tight for my family at the time, so coming to my Basic graduation wasn't an option, but I thought my sweetheart would come and cheer me on. It took alot of mental adjusting to not be angry with everyone. I was hurt and confused, and well far away from home. I survived, but it wasn't easy. After I came home and my Hubby had already headed to premob training, we managed to work things out between us and were married just a couple months later. He got four days leave before they were supposed to head over to the Big Sandbox, and we got married, then I sent him back on a plane to not see him for six months. </div>
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And no I wasn't having classes with the big white board or chalk board giving lessons. I talked all the time about writing him letters, about the more mundane things he was doing over there, I tried to keep them involved. I didn't run from my family, but instead tried to show them that being a soldier didn't make us bad guys doomed to cheat and leave their families behind. Like I said as time has gone on, my family has changed and sees more then what my Mom grew up with. Not all soldiers are like that.</div>
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Being a soldier and being married to one, I understand how important it is to show our Troops support. I know there are all kinds of programs out there that send care packages, books and all sorts of things to the soldiers who are deployed, which is so wonderful. I wish more people took part in them (myself included). I know its hard if you don't have a soldier in your family or a friend is one, its hard to put yourself out there to send a card or buy things to go in a care package. I don't think I could ever stress enough about how important it really is to support our Troops, whether you personally know a soldier or not. We should all be willing to put ourselves out there for them, because without their sacrifice we wouldn't have the freedom that we do. They put themselves out there for everyone, every citizen, every child, every family, they sacrifice their time and their lives (in some cases) for us. Shouldn't we be willing to give something back?</div>
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It breaks my heart when I see pages of Facebook that talk about 'F*** the Troops' and the like. We fight so people can say things like that, the freedom of speech that these people enjoy has been all because of the sacrifices our Troops make every day. The freedom we all enjoy didn't come free, it came at a cost and for some its a huge price that they've paid.</div>
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There are so many ways to support Our Troops, even if all you do is like a photo on Facebook that shows a soldier or a comment or thought that talks about Our Troops in a positive light its something. Somewhere a soldier is going to see that and its going to give them strength. We can't let them go through another Vietnam War, where horrible, horrible things were said about them. We go and we do what we're told. We leave our families behind, we go so far away from those we love and put ourselves in harms way. Not everyone can say the same. Not everyone is willing to give that much of themselves for others.</div>
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I'm glad I can say I'm part of that small percentage who is willing to sacrifice my time and if needs be my life so that Americans can be free. Take a moment and thank a soldier. It doesn't have to be Veteran's Day to do it. Show them that you appreciate all they do, because they do it for you!</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I love this song. I understand the child like sentiment of not wanting the little girl to come fishing. When <span style="font-size: xx-small;">I met my <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hubby, I <span style="font-size: xx-small;">couldn't stand him. I was the little boy (in the<span style="font-size: xx-small;">ory) that didn't want the little girl to <span style="font-size: xx-small;">come <span style="font-size: xx-small;">fishing, but as I grew to know <span style="font-size: xx-small;">the kind of person he was I couldn<span style="font-size: xx-small;">'t help but fall in love with him<span style="font-size: xx-small;">. R<span style="font-size: xx-small;">emind me to tell you the <span style="font-size: xx-small;">our love story some<span style="font-size: xx-small;">time its kind of funny. I love my Husband very much a<span style="font-size: xx-small;">nd I don't know what I would do without him. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> and helped me bring our four miracle babies into the world. I love you Chris<span style="font-size: xx-small;">topher <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Without End Without Measure</span>! Come What May!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-73645334530523192652012-10-31T02:16:00.000-07:002012-10-31T02:16:06.721-07:00My First Attempt At Vlogging!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074543425200937123.post-41705485333336248602012-09-13T02:22:00.000-07:002012-09-13T02:22:00.258-07:00The First 5 Months in PhotosLife has been absolute chaos here and its going to stay that way for at least another month, then maybe it will slow down for a little while before the holidays. (Ok, so that might be wishful thinking) Anyway, I've slacked on keeping updated pictures of sweet Fallon, our Baby Dragon, on here. So, here are some pictures to chronicle his first 5 months, since the 6th he turned 5 months old. Where has all the time gone?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moments after birth. (Can you see his very red hair?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a few hours later, my sweet baby with my beloved Grandma. She passed away 6 days later!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 10th, going home day-4 Days Old</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 18~12 days My cute little bunny</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 18~12 days old with his Proud Big Sister Aislynn</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 22~16 days with Great Grandma for the 1st time</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May 19~ 1 Month 13 days His first trip to the Zoo (and an exclusive photo of me, lucky you)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June 29~2 Months 23 days Nearly 3 months and his first trip to the Children's Museum</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June 29~ Didn't like sitting on the giant plastic horse very much</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aug 24~ 4 Months 18 days His first trip to the pool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boy, is Fallon a little fish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He wasn't bothered by how cool the water was!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aug 23~Such an expressive little guy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Happy all the time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Him & Pixie, so cute together!</td></tr>
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As always more pictures to come!Lady Rynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15085523601031180967noreply@blogger.com0